HEY GUYS!! K, sorry, but i haven't beta'd my story, and i think it needs it. but if it's still good, please say so (say if it's bad too!!). i really want to know what u guys think of this one, cos it's not my usual type of writing. anywayz, enjoy!! :P R&R (characters belong to jk...u get the point)
The Courage to Love…You
CHAPTER 1
DPOV
My name is Draco Malfoy, Lucius' heir, my mother's treasure, my lover's enemy.
I love her, she hates me. I'm a coward, she's courageous. I'm a suck up, she's independent. I'm a woos, she never lets a tear fall. I'm hot, she's beautiful. I'm cruel, she's caring. And that's why I love her. She's everything I'm not. She's everything I wish I was. She's my all.
You might think that that's the crappest reason for loving anyone, but that's your view. This is mine. So shut up and pay attention!
This girl I love, which I can't name, because you'd laugh at me, just passed me in the hall and called me a ferret. I guess I deserved that, but I won't admit it aloud, and you can't make me!
She just walked off with her boyfriend, kissing him on his red cheek, ignoring my existence and sanity. I guess I deserved that, but I won't admit it aloud!
My life sucks…didn't I mention that?
Well, it does. And I can't do a thing to change it.
HPOV
My name is Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley's best friends but my lover's enemy. I'm a coward for not telling him how I feel, he's brave and says what he thinks. I'm a suck up to all teachers, he's independent, does what he wants, says what he wants. I'm weak, always asking for my friends' help, he's strong, never asking a favour from anyone. He's handsome, I'm plain. He never lets his emotions get the better of him, I let all my tears fall.
And that's why I love him. He's everything I strive to be. He's everything I should be. And I love him, a lot.
I just passed him in the hallway, he called me a mudblood. As I am. It's not false, it's true. But I kept my face straight. I'd cry later, when no one is watching, when no one can hear.
DPOV
McGonagall just named the two heads. It was my brave little lion and my wimpy self. As we walked up to stand before everyone I saw her glance my direction but as I turned my head to look at her I thought that I must've been dreaming for she was looking straight ahead at McGonagall.
We reached the stage together and that's when she fell. I froze in mid-step, half of my self yearning to help her, to touch her, to aid her, while the other half of me remembered my damn pride and the fact that all the Slytherins were watching us. But before I could make a choice she was up, my brave little lion, and kept on walking towards McGonagall. My amused self followed after her and no one, thankfully, had noticed my hesitation.
